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Mirror , Mirror Tale

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE Zealot tundra wonder --Decked in blues of summer sky You never flee the cold But rally boldly on--- Taunt the Valiant Golden Hawk Whose daunting wings yearn for the sun In Blackest days of December Winter Tundra Bird persists daring frost kissed beauty Roving with the Ravens Magnificent indigo flourish Against Alaska White Jay Bird on a bender.... Strutting the fjord. Blue brilliance Pearl kissed Head Cocked in splendor Starlit eyes Flashing miracles of Mysteries Forward flitting to a beat hop beat Cadence Unheard by human ears Daring his spark of life to linger cold ignored Beat hop beat Beat At a time Swiftly shifts in Cruel winds grace a jay-hop at a time . Eager nimble Eager Searching For seeds of spring Beat hop beat Each Snow step hop Step Woos closer His Lover’s dance of spring Promise of delight Brightens brilliant Snow Eyes Fresh flakes Flutter Fresh-snow blink Flutter Blink once Blink-twice again Silhouette against winter white Flawless. Bold . Without a doubt-- Blue flame of sky You dare the crouching fox with every blue- brash hop Arctic Cowboy Sass Dawn breaks enchanting Sun-dogs circle Through Bare Black Trees Sun shrieks her Icy Claws to touch your Jay Bird head Beauty finds a voice Songs of splendor spin round the world on wings of venturing ravens and roving sparrows magnified multiplied Shimmer Sun Shimmer Sapphire Blue Shine Spin Around the World in Persia Roving Arctic swallows trill Jay praise Raven Tributes rave of Arctic’s lovely creature proclaim him the Prince of Beauty Undenied Jealous Sovereign Beauty now dethroned The foolish Prince of Peacocks Quakes with Rage despite his Heights of Glory Perched on a golden fence The Spiteful Splendid Creature Tumbles Screeching to his death of Dirt

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Date: 11/18/2012 3:31:00 AM
It is a pity this one was missed by many it is beautifully done xx
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Date: 11/10/2012 1:01:00 PM
Victory, one can guess the meaning; but to appreciate its quality fully, one must know the double sense of a word which does not even appear in the poem, but that makes it a classical ones. I love it. Keep on. By the way, I thank you for your comments on "Alone".
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Date: 11/9/2012 2:46:00 PM
now this is a poem, a classic poem...
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